Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Berthas pains become more intense – she clasps me madly and my heart aches for her – I want to suffer too. During one of the precious lulls, I look out and see the sun just up – an oval ball of red – I call Bertha’s attention to it; she can scarcely enjoy it. The other patients are awakening – the nurse comes in from time to time – assures us nothing can be done until Bertha is dilated enough – a woman in the next bed tells her how to hold to the bed and pull down – I am chased out when some attention must be given – the agony of hearing her cries when I can’t go in – another fellow about my own age comes along – he too has been chased out – a bond springs up instantly between us – I can go back again – the pain now is terrific – she does not seem to know me at times – the Dr. comes – I must go out again – he comes out and tells me they will take her to the delivery room at once – ; He asks me if I wish to be there – I had thot (sic) nothing different – he puts white cap & apron on me – as they bring her in her agony is terrible – they start giving chloroform at once, but she struggles & suffers – it is not a pleasant sight & I look